Remember I told you about the cat named Menu? Well here is her picture. See what I mean? When I stopped to visit Grandpa this time, Menu wasn’t imprisoned in the laundry room like a criminal. Instead she was sulking under the dining room table. I found her in, like two seconds, and was so excited to meet her, but it seems the feeling wasn’t mutual. She made the most awful face at me! See? And she hissed! Chairs made a fort around her so I couldn’t get too close, like I’d even WANT to get anywhere near her. I just wanted to ask her if she had any more of those tasty little fake mice. Sheesh.